Shrayans 10JD
English Mr. Lynn
My Friend’s Grandfather
I was at my friend’s house when I first saw him. He was sitting there reading the newspaper beside their fireplace and he seemed to be a man at peace with his world. He was sitting on a large, soft sofa reading the Bangkok Post with a cup of coffee which looked as dark as a black hole in space. When he realized I was spying on him he smiled and called me over in a voice softer than I had ever heard before.
As I got closer I noticed how strangely he was dressed. He was wearing dark cloudy gray banded trousers, a lined white t-shirt with a dull golden brown bowtie at his throat. His shoes were made of coarse black leather and were placed in a perfect line beside the sofa leg and he was wearing plain gray socks. He had large round spectacles which clung to the tip of his nose dangerously as the fortunes of a football team in the hands of a penalty taker. His crystal blue eyes sparkled like a child’s when unwrapping a new toy on his birthday. He didn’t have much hair on his head and what was left grew in wispy white patches here and there like withered grass in the desert. He seemed frail like a dying tree as all his skin was dry and wrinkled especially the skin around his eyes and chin. It made him look older than he was but at the same time made him look wise and experienced. His face was unusually pink as if someone had painted it in a hurry.
